Fiction: My Friend Ayik (5)

Ayik’s house

“What?!” Ayik’s father look at me with suspicion as if I have slandered his daughter. Ya Alloh…, my guess is true. Why me? Ayik and Sunu should face Pak Broto, Ayik’s father. Not me…. (Pak =mr, a call for man that older or respected)
I almost have no brave to look his eagle-eyes.
“I’m so sorry pak Broto. But it’s true. Ayik conseiving now. “
Pak Broto looks very angry while his wife is crying in chair. He call off Ayik whom hiding in her room.
“Ayiik!!” he shouted harder.
Ayik come with fear in her face.
“It’s true?!”
Ayik is so tremble so can say nothing. She just can nod her head. She have not brave see her father face.
“It’s true, Ayiik?!!” Pak Broto asked with harder voice as if he want to get certainty.
“Yes….Yes, Bapak. I’m pregnant…. I’m so sorry….” (Bapak=father)
Blug! Pak broto pushed his daughter so that Ayik fall in the floor.
“Bapak….” Ayik cry.
“What a shame!! I always talk about morality, but my daughter have immoral conduct. My daughter…., has brought disgrace on my face….” Pak Broto sit in chair and start to cry.
While crying Ayik come to her father. “I’m sorry, Bapak….I’m so sorry.”
“What’s my sin until I have daughter like you?”
Ayik crying is harder because of his father words. Her repentance is so clearly.
“Istighfar…. Istighfar, Pak.” Bu Broto tried to quiet her husband whereas her heart is broken.
When Bu Broto is talking to her husband, soon I bring Ayik to her room. I worry Pak Broto can not control himself so that hit his daughter.
Ayik is still crying. “What can I do, Lintang? What will happen to me and my baby?”
I really can not answer her questions. I just can embrace her, give my shoulder to cry on. Ah, Sunu should here. He promissed. It’s 9 PM but he has not come.
Suddenly something noicy heard from living room.
Buk!! Buk!
“No!...No!...Please….” Bu Broto screamed.
What’s up? I run to living room. So does Ayik. We look Sunu has been in the living room. He looks exhaust and his face looks bruised.
Pak Broto is releasing his angry. His hits to Sunu make Ayik and Bu Broto shout and cry. And Sunu let his body hit by Ayik’s father as if Sunu want to clean his sin. The more hit he accept, the more sin erased. But it’s wrong. Pak Broto is losing his control. Sunu can died.
“Stop!” I push Pak Broto when he wanted to hit Sunu anymore.
“Don’t intervene in!!” Pak Broto shouted me angrily.
“Please, Pak Broto….”
“It’s not your business!!” Pak Broto will attack Sunu anymore.
“Ok….Ok…Kill him!!” I shouted. “If he is dead, I guarantee you will be prisoned, even sentenced to dead. And Ayik, your daughter, will bear love child. Your grandchild will never has father that you killed. Your family will broken! Now kill him!!”
I don’t know why I get my brave. I only know that it’s the way make him stop. And I think I’m success. Pak Broto just quiet. He looks hesitate.
“Please, Pak Broto! Sunu come with good intention. He come to responsible. He come to Ayik and the baby. ”
Pak Broto look at Sunu and Sunu nod his head. “That’s right, Pak.”
“Ok….You all, leave me and Sunu! We must talk. It’s man’s business.”
Man’s business? Actually I rather disturbed with those words, as if no equality in gender. But it’s urgency so no protest. At least it’s good sign. Finally I follow Ayik and Bu Broto leaving living room.

Jakarta, 2 weeks later

Today is marriage of Ayik and Sunu. The marriage is performed as soon as posible, in order that Ayik’s baby born in the wedlock. In order that Ayik and the family avoided from Adat Law. I’m happy for her although her marriage is MBA, marriage by accident. A marriage which the bride is pregnant.
And unfortunately I can not come in the marriage. I’m here. In Jakarta. I have a job interview.
Song ‘Right Here Waiting’ is sounded in my handphone. Ayik calling.
“Assalamu’alaikum.”
“Wa alaikum salam. Lintang, I’m Sunu’s wife now,” Ayik shouted happily in phone.
“Wow, congratulation! I’m Happy for you.”
“Thanks. But promise, you will see me after you come from Jakarta?”
“Insya Alloh, I promise….Hey why you phone me? You should still in your marriage party, shouldn’t you?”
“Yes. The party hasn’t finished. I’m renewing my make-up. Here is my father.”
One minute later I hear Pak Broto’s voice. “”Hello, Lintang!”
“Hello Pak Broto! Congratulation on Ayik’s marriage.”
“Thank you Lintang. It’s because of you too.”
“Pardon me?”
“Don’t pretending! I knew all. Sunu told me about prison, about lawyer….”
Tut! Tut! Tut! It’s broken. My battery handphone is empty. But I think I know what Pak Broto mean, and I laugh in heart.
“Miss Lintang Cahya….” A receiptionist call my name.
It’s my turn to interview. Bismillah….

(The End)